Unhinged

 

His desire
manipulate
stop
travel
s  t  r  e  t  c  h
time,
salvaging
anything left   anything real
his writings,
as much a result of chaos as design
Doing away 
with the nagging suspicion
that life lacks purpose
yet conceding
to its absurdity.
Still, he writes.
 
10-16-95

		

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